最后一幕 Withnail 在栏杆前朗诵了哈姆雷特（Act Ⅱ Scene Ⅱ）中的一首诗
I have of late---
but wherefore I know not---
lost all my mirth,
forgone all custom of exercises;
and indeed it goes so heavily
with my disposition
that this goodly frame, the earth,
seems to me a sterile promontory,
It's a most excellent canopy, the air,
look you, this brave
o’erhanging firmament,
this majestical roof
fretted with golden fire,
why, it appeareth nothing to me
but a foul and pestilent
congregation of vapours.
What a piece of work is a man!
How noble in reason!
How infinite in faculties!
In form and moving how express and admirable!
In action how like an angel!
In apprehension how like a god!
The beauty of the world!
The paragon of animals!
And yet, to me,
what is this quintessence of dust?
Man delights not me---
no, nor woman neither,
though by your smiling you seem to say to.
（W. Shakespeare)
